Grrrrr!!nnFor generations we mourn a richness in lifenA day by day different scenenAnalysis of, information!nMental memories project visions to feed onnOur wisdom enhances only to questionnand acknowledge your fearsnYou frolic and play when you are youngnRot in your stench as you grow old.nFacing your own mortality fills you withnan obstinate dread you can't rid of!nnThe on set of diseasenYour air comes with receiptnnWorried you will die alonenYou expect the crucifixnAround your neck to save your soul.nA hint of growing old, and losing beauty.nFear of impaired mobilitynYour face deterioratesnas your insides decomposenYour brain lacks oxygennA soft whistle spews outnAs you choke internally!nnYou frolic and play when you are youngnRot in your stench as you grow oldnFacing your own morality fills you withnAn obstinate dread you can't rid of!nnThe onset of diseasenYour air comes with a receipt